Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this on these niggaz
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do dizang
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to boys
That's bout it, it
Master P,
We takin' this from the South to the

I represent, where them at
145th and Broadway you get head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs
Wig tapped, play day care kids napped
You think you real, well my posse is
Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
Beef in N-O I had to No Limit up
Baby mack baby gat the way the baby
Got my boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck
Santana big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, World forty if that's me, yo
eleven or bricks get seven off
Snow so only thing missin' is seven dwarfs

[Master P]
Killa Cam, you he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he bout it, it
Z, you know he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, it
World, you know they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy,
and Broadway, them boys real
You know boys, they don't play

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My crib look like the
A too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my
I got head but need mouth
to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack some oxi cotton
Cotton and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to him tray eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and problem - now
get eight done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) them gangstas bang
and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he move that water shit, he like the
Over wet work, you up short on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through and Taft
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to ass
And I can't AK and Wagner
My dogs crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
and Sally beat your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the store
Hennesy, lil' me me you the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 up out the glock I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you they bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know rowdy, rowdy
P, the New No Limit
You see us keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know they bout it, it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they
Seattle bout it, rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, rowdy

[Outro][Jim & Master P]
bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool